Sounds Like Obsession (Sounds Like 1)

My eyes flared under his orders as my fingers slipped between my legs, already spread wide for more leverage on the shower floor. I whimpered at the first contact. It was too much. I was too ready. Too eager. Too turned on to deny the sensation that flooded my body as soon as my fingers rubbed against my swollen nub.

AJ jolted and sputtered under the shower as his release hit him. I howled out, sinking onto my fingers as the orgasm spiraled through me. We both rocked harder and faster, climbing and then falling.

I sighed as he pulled his cock from my lips. I looked at him and smiled.

I rose to my feet. The hot water trickled between us.

“You’re incredible,” AJ whispered.

“I know.” I giggled.

He turned me around, planting my hands on the shower wall. His mouth landed on the side of my neck as his hands covered my body. He tugged and twisted my nipple while his fingers pushed inside me. I opened up to him, wanting and needing his friction.

“I need you to come again,” he growled.

I nodded, knowing he was serious. He wanted to see the same look of pleasure in my eyes that I saw in his. He wanted to know he gave it to me, no matter how it was delivered. I gasped as his lips moved over my shoulder blades and down my backside.

“AJ,” I moaned, but he was on a mission. A mission to taste me. To devour me. He wasn’t going to back off or back down until he had what he wanted.

I jutted my hips backward and he growled with approval. I pressed my palms into the tile, steamed over from the heat inside our new shower. I didn’t care anymore that we hadn’t christened the sunroom. I didn’t care that Becca and Travis had screwed up our first night plans. I didn’t care about anything other than what AJ planned to do with my body.

“Oh shit,” I whimpered when his fingers spread my slick folds wide. The water trickled over my back as AJ maneuvered himself under my arm. He kissed me roughly, before taking one of my nipples in his mouth.

He groaned as he tugged it between his teeth. The release from his mouth was more painful than the pressure. He left my tits with a stinging ache. He slid against the wall until he was positioned between my legs.

He worked my clit with precision as I rocked back and forth, sending my heated center see-saw’ing until he had me exactly where he wanted me.

“Don’t move,” he warned.

My head fell back into the steady stream of water as his tongue plunged inside my entrance.

He was relentless. Licking. Sucking. Nipping as I began to quiver. I slammed my hands into the wall. The sensations heightened everything around us. The water felt hotter. His fingers digging into my waist felt stronger. The breaths we took sounded louder. I dared to look down. The ravenous look in his eyes was overpowering. He feasted, searing me with stimulation so intense it felt wicked and dirty. The dirtier we were, the more turned on I became, until I was begging for more. Pleading for him to release me.

It was already an avalanche, but every time I quaked with want, AJ turned up the heat, pushing and pumping until the screams escaped my throat as I came in his mouth. A rush of pain and pleasure consumed me as I tried to contain the spiral the orgasm released.

My head rolled to the side and I went limp in his arms, collapsing in a heap in AJ’s lap.

He kissed my neck. “Feel any better?”

I nodded. “You’re going to have to take me to bed. I can’t walk. My legs are useless after that orgasm.”

He laughed, standing up and turning off the water. “I g

uess that last one was too much?”

“No. No. Never too much when you do that,” I protested. He heard me beg. He knew I loved it. Craved it.

He wrapped me in a towel and laid me down in our fresh sheets with the new comforter. It was one of the only new things we had in the townhouse. Everything else was a blend of our two apartments. I wanted the highest Egyptian cotton count I could find. I wanted our bed to feel like we were sleeping in a cloud.

“Promise me, you’re going to sleep like this every night.” AJ tossed my towel on the floor and raked his eyes over my body.

I giggled, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Maybe.” It wasn’t the time to tell him how much I loved sleeping in his FBI T-shirts. I loved how they felt on my body. How I loved the trace scent of him on my skin.

He turned off the light. “Tomorrow is going to suck.” He pulled me to his chest. “But the last thirty minutes were fucking paradise, babe.”

My nails trailed over the ridges of his chest. I had memorized every inch of his skin. Sometimes I felt as if we were trying to qualify our sexual connection, as if it could be defined by normal standards. It didn’t feel normal. It didn’t feel ordinary.

I didn’t know what else he said after that. I fell asleep in our new bed. In our new townhouse. In our new sheets.